Katara still wasn't quite up to par following the massive amount of bending she'd done, as well as the snake bite she'd received for all of her efforts, but she was upright and moving around. For now, at least.
She knew she owed Kristopher her life. She was going to have to find some way to repay him for what he'd done back at the Hyperion. Currently, though, she was simply sitting on the ground with her knees drawn up to her chest and watching the door with apprehension shining clearly in her somewhat dulled blue eyes.
She was waiting for Angel to show up. All she could think about was the sight of that... thing that had come into the hotel in search of the Champion, and the guilt she felt for having left Angel to deal with him alone. "Come on," she whispered softly, hands clenching and unclenching with nervous energy as she waited, hoping against hope that he'd walk through the door.
Finally, he did.
Scrambling to her feet, a relieved and weary smile filled her face. "We'll be fine," she said as she crossed the short distance to him, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb those who were resting. Her attention went from his face to his shirt, eyes going wide with horror at the wound in his chest.
"You're injured!" she accused him, looking back to his face. Of course he was acting like he was fine. Typical male.
"Sit," she said firmly, voice leaving no room for argument as she pointed to her empty cot. "I'll get some bandages."